𝐄𝐘𝐄 𝐎𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 || 𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗

Chapter One.

[Name] Thorston, many people who hear the name would grimace, she was the absolute runt of the Thorston tribe, the only one besides Hiccup Horrendous Haddock, her best friend. She was also harboring deep feelings for the blonde-haired warrior from the Hofferson tribe, Astrid Hofferson, but the said Hofferson despised her and scorned her for being weak. But one night something might throw Astrid's and [Name]'s non-existent relationship into motion.

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You sigh, already feeling your social meter fall at the sight of Vikings milling about the island, preparing for tonight's dragon raid. At the same time, the occasional Viking would shoot you a nasty glare or grimace. You hang your head, letting your hair fall over your face and cover your eyes. You go to Hiccup's hut since he called you there to test out his catapult. 

A few hours later, you two were rushing down the stairs to the blacksmith, late because Hiccup had somehow managed to smack you in the face and entangle you in the bola. Now sporting a black eye, you walk in and grab your apron that was slung over a nearby chair, you throw it over your head and let the familiar smell of the blacksmith wash over you. Gobber hobbles in as fast as he can with one leg and throws you an axe with a cheeky remark 

"Thought a dragon had carried you and Hiccup off lass." Hiccup sputters in protest and you huff, already annoyed, the night hadn't even begun and there was only one person who would make it better... even if she hated you. A familiar flash of blonde hair pulled into a tight braid rushes past you to empty a bucket of water onto a burning house. The girl turns around to be joined by four other people, two of them, your siblings Ruffnut and Tuffnut Thorston, Snoutlout Jorgenson, and Fishlegs Ingermen. As well as-

"Astrid." You say, placing your chin on the palm of your hand to stare at the gorgeous blonde warrior. As she walks past, you lean out of the window to get a better look, Hiccup sniggers behind you but Astrid doesn't even spare a glance in your direction. You turn around beaming "All right, the night's getting better." 

"She didn't even look at you." 

"Let me live in my delusions" You playfully glare at Hiccup and raise your fist. He lifts his arms in mock surrender and turns back to the grindstone. 

You quickly glance back at the retreating blonde and make a move to run out the blacksmith before Gobber grabs you by the scruff of your neck

"Nah, lass." 

"Oh come on Gobber let me out, please! I need Astrid to notice me!" Hiccup shoots you a look "And uh- to make my mark!" You give Gobber a pleading look, but he doesn't budge as he rushes off into the heart of the dragon raid.

You scoff, clicking your tongue as you turn to Hiccup. "So! How about we test out that catapult on something other than me?" Without waiting for an answer, you roll the launcher out of the blacksmith, dodging around vikings, Hiccup hot on your heels, his apron discarded, his fleece vest thrown back on.

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After the attempt at capturing a solitary nightfury went "very" well, you and Hiccup were hauled back up to the centre of the village by a mad Stoick the Vast.

You heard Snoutlout and your siblings sniggering at you and Hiccup, Fishlegs had his nose in a book as usual and Astrid... she glared at you while sitting on the stone steps leading up to the Great Hall but she made no comment, instead opting to spin her axe around her calloused palms. You grimace at the fierce steely glare, scratching the back of your neck as Hiccup and Stoick argued behind you, however you were only human as your eyes wandered the length of Astrid's biceps- it was no surprise that she was one of the more physically strong female vikings and you took every chance to appreciate it.

As Gobber escorted the both of you back to your respective huts, your hands were stuffed in the pockets of your pants, chuntering under your breath, sulking over the fact Astrid would never see you as anything but a weak runt. As soon as Gobber left, you and Hiccup rushed out the back doors of your huts into the woods to look for the nightfury.

"What're the chances that the nightfury even landed in the woods?" You grumble, swatting a gnat away. Hiccup shrugs, "Less than 1% but there's still a shot." You sigh, sketching another portrait of Astrid in the small notebook you carried everywhere, before jumping at the sound of Hiccup's yelp. You faceplant into the ground as he drags you down, the smell of wet dirt filling your nostrils, you rub your nose as you sit up, eyes widening at the sight of a large, black heap tangled in a bola.

"Holy Thor, is that-"

"Yeah."

Hiccup carefully approaches, fumbling for the dagger tucked into the waistband of his pants. You, on the other hand, hung back, ready to abandon ship and sprint to Valhalla if anything went wrong.

Hiccup raised the dagger over his head, you shut your eyes for the sound of metal sinking into skin... but it never came, you open one eye, instead seeing him hack away at the ropes.

"Hiccup! What're you doing?" You hiss from your position, but he ignores you, pulling off the bola of the nightfury. It lunges, pinning Hiccup to the ground, then roaring in his face and disappearing into the forest.

You whistle softly, surprised that the dragon didn't go for the kill.

"Either that dragon was not right in the head or it was in a good mood, anyway, you're lucky to be alive." You quip, looking down to see Hiccup out cold.

"Of course..."